there was a hummingbird just outside the glass that separated us from the rain. he looked in for just a moment…and then flew away…i couldn’t help thinking how simple his life must be.
we sat quietly in the warm swirling bubbles…i don’t think i could have loved her more. then at that very moment…..there was this little bead of water that was making it’s way down her long, silky, wet hair…and i said to myself…if i can count to ten…before it drops….she’ll love me forever. i barely got to seven…before it fell like a rock…and ran slowly down over her bare shoulders….and disappeared into the bubbles again.
two outta three
i must have been looking at her for a long time…before i realized she was looking back…and that day in the rain was a million memories ago.
the cafe was getting noisier..the coffee was getting colder….and finally, she began to explain why it was over. i couldn’t believe it was actually happening…i was watching her talk…but i couldn’t hear the words…iwas dying inside….and she never looked more beautiful. even after she was gone…i could still smell her perfume. i always would.
another time. another place. was it love. and not a waste. i didn’t know then. it wasn’t to be. you should’ve gone. two outta three.
i got up to leave…and stepped out into the rain….stuck my hand in my coat pocket and pulled out the rose i had meant to give her. the wilted petals fell to the ground…and i counted them out…still trying to beatthe odds…she loves me…she loves me not. two outta three.
another time. another place. was it love. and not a waste. i didn’t know then. it wasn’t to be. you should’ve gone. two outta three.